100-Word Fiction: ‘22 November’

I do not remember Franco’s death. The first transatlantic flight of Concorde, perhaps. I remember the coming of Mike Tyson as if it were someone else’s story, not mine. The withdrawal of Thatcher from the leadership race, smothered in feelings of a time and a place… a bank of television screens in a shop window,Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘22 November’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Jim’

Jim fished for imaginary salmon, out in his back garden with a rod and live bait. We watched him and laughed as the line got caught in the fence between his shrubs and the fields. Jim smoked a pipe and spoke wryly of the old times and how nobody understood his intentions. He always woreContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Jim’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘They will come again and again’

Archeologists discovered signs of large buildings here, perhaps a temple. Remnants of weapons were also found, including traces of what might have been poisons. Certainly battles were fought here. A small camp seems to have existed, with broken pots, pans and temporary shelters found all across the hillside near where a river once flowed. WeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘They will come again and again’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Effluent’

‘Pipes’ connect countless channels of overflow from East to West, Agencies say. Politicians have dubbed it a ‘super sewer’ and ‘filtrations’ are due to commence – the cost already upwards of £400m. A communication from a group calling itself Stop the Shaft claimed, using Securities language, that the channels were only responsible for a tinyContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Effluent’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘They Come’

From Siberia and the cold continent they arrive, to make home, however temporary. To eat. To survive. The Great Northern Diver. The Arctic Skua. Waxwing and Redwing. Snow Bunting. Short-eared Owl. Guillemot. Brent Geese in their tens of thousands, huddled in the cold mud of the grey estuaries, arcing over forlorn skies. Oystercatchers from Norway,Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘They Come’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Approaching the 10th Parallel’

Field medics report, come in? come in? [crackles] We are hearing you. What medicines do you require? Over. Command suitable retaliation. Use aggressive force. Come in? Use aggressive medicine? Over. There has been an interstitial interruption between spaces of matter. Check. Over. There are holes blown. We cannot hear, clear… Receiving. Medic coordinates? Over. 10thContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Approaching the 10th Parallel’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘For the Rest of the World’

There was a flickering on the screen: a small dot heading towards the mainland. Intelligence said the dot came from Africa, but intelligence wasn’t everything. The dot was uncontactable – recognised signals were not received. Codes failed. Some said it was coming as part of a deal, a contra agreement with certain military or governmentContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘For the Rest of the World’”

100-Word Fiction: Gone, but

Johnny had grown to love that old dog. After the yapping stopped, when it was no longer such a keen and overbearing puppy, when its occasional mistimed bark seemed endearing, some kind of grudging trust had been formed between them. Then, the dog went missing. Rumours were that another snarling hound chased it straight outContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: Gone, but”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Squares: 25 X 4’

Stuffy and straightlaced, that’s a square. A word parents say, or are. Fearful, inward-looking, conservative, old-fashioned and boring. Boring most of all. That’s a square. And the box shape of houses, dotted along roads. Little boxes with hats on, regulation size and order. Boring. Terraces and semis, square gardens, rooms. Or the symmetrical flats andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Squares: 25 X 4’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Barricades’

Batten down the hatches Man the barricades Prepare to defend your privilege From the grenades of the betrayed Send in water cannons Baptise the unholy few Shoot them with rubber bullets But duck if they rebound onto you Let sirens be of comfort Reclaim the streets and the ‘feds’ Then raze the estates to theContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Barricades’”